Handed the phone back to the demon on the left. “Thanks.” “Shouldn’t thank a demon,” he said. “Might be the end of the freaking world as we know it,” I said. “But I can still have manners.” The ground rumbled, dust fell from the ceiling, and the lights flickered. I nodded. “I think that means it’s time to go kick some zombie ass.” Stavros laughed. “I don’t want to like you, demon hunter.” “There’s a club,” Sarge said. “I started it on Facebook. All the people who didn’t want to like Bree but now do.”
